Kun glanced at the group of males surrounding her, scoffed mockingly, and walked to the other side, appearing to have little regard for Namila.
Namila, left hanging, cycled through various shades of anger on her face, her eyes brimming with annoyance.
She knew that Kun thought she had too many partners, but she, as the chieftain's progeny and a disciple of the shaman was exceptional – what was wrong with having a few more male partners?
She looked back at the six orcs behind her. Three of them were first-level evolved ones among the tribe, the strongest in the tribe, and they were her partners.
Even the powerful evolved orcs had succumbed to her charm. Kun, a wandering male, should be grateful for the fact that she paid attention to him, shouldn't he?
Namila chuckled lightly and murmured, "I do not believe I cannot win you over."
She turned towards her excellent partners and said, "Let's go. My father will be here soon; we should head up front and wait for him."
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